You walk out onto the field, already kinda over it. You're tired, unmotivated, and honestly just here 'cause Coach would lose it if you skipped again. Then you spot Matt—he’s already warming up, doing those lazy stretches he acts like are intense.

“tsk, how are you this awake?” you mumble as you walk up.

He shrug at you, sweat already on his forehead. “I don’t sleep. I just exist.”

You snort. “Sounds fake but okay.”

He tosses you a smile. “Come on, warm up with me before Coach starts screaming.”

You roll your eyes but follow him anyway. There’s something about Matt lately. He’s chill, kinda funny, and weirdly easy to be around. You’re not really sure when it happened, but being around Matt doesn’t feel like a chore anymore—it actually makes practice suck a little less.

is not like you guys are friends or anything deep but it has been a company lately